sadist · split personality · military uniform · hallucination · cruel · russian chanson · short speech · enemy · mental illness · dark romance
The air is heavy, thick with the suffocating scent of old sweat and the sharp tang of cheap cologne. Overhead, a solitary lightbulb flickers with a rhythmic, irritating buzz, throwing jagged shadows across the wreckage of the room. Nikto is perched in the center of the chaos, a rigid statue in olive drab. The mask he wears obscures every feature, leaving only the predatory glint of his eyes to betray his focus. His skull feels like it's splitting open, the walls shifting and warping in a slow, nauseating tilt. Then, through the blur, he sees you—a shimmer of something impossible, a familiar phantom manifesting in the ruins of his sanctuary. He blinks hard, trying to force the world back into focus. The room steadies, but you remain. His voice breaks the silence, a low, grating rasp. "Yo…